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Lev Stellinkov

"Victory is the first step, subjugation the second."

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a character in “The Human-Hybrid War”, as played by Binsetsu

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Name: Lev Stellinkov
Age: 32
Organization: UHO Navy
Rank: Captain

Description: A tall, 6.4ft , man whose face does not reflect his 32 years of age. He has hard and cold eyes, that never seem to focus on the person Lev is looking at, instead seeming to focus somewhere behind or even inside the person. Despite his relative youth and young looking face, his hair is already grey, an affliction he was born with. Lev is rarely seen without his uniform, which consists of a green long coat bearing the UHO insignia and the few medals and awards the captain has procured for himself so far. The coat’s collar reaches over his mouth, the only deviation of his captains uniform from standard uniforms. On his head he usually wears a simple officers hat, bearing the insignia of the UHO navy and his rank pin. He usually wears military boots and carries a pair of pistols around him wherever he goes. He also walks with a well-hidden, yet distinct limp.

Personality

Lev is a cold and calculating individual, with no shortage of both battlefield experience and tactical skill. He is a hard taskmaster and demands excellence in everything of everyone under his command, a fact that has made him both unpopular and popular amongst the men and women under his command. He is somewhat unsociable, a character trait only exasperated by the fact he is the highest ranking officer aboard his ship, and generally avoids spending his downtime with the crew. As a man of a rich family he has refined tastes. He is absolutely loyal to the UHO and an extreme supporter of the war, as he firmly believes that the only outcome is complete victory for the UHO. Although the reasons behind his support for the war remain unknown, it is known he carries quite a bit of hatred for the IHA and Hybrids in general and enters each engagement with the IHA military with a simple mindset, the complete annihilation of all enemy forces. Under extreme stress or pressure, Lev keeps a cool head and is capable of making the best decisions available, even if such decisions demand sacrificing the lives of UHO soldiers, something which Lev does with almost appalling ease. Although he rarely shows it, he does have a very black and gallows style of humour, though he prefers to keep a straight and cold exterior when around his subordinates.

Equipment

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Name: UHO Phalanx
Type: Battleship (refitted for S.U.M. transportation purposes)
Class: UHO Navy Kornova Class Battleship
Length 428 Metres
Width: 120 Metres
Height: 254 Metres back, 143 metres front.
Armour: 290 mm thick composite ablative, ceramic and reflective Mercurium alloy. The armour around the bridge has been reinforced with Trillanium alloy to ensure the safety of the command crew during battle.
Main Computer: Himiko Technologies Limited-AI.
Weaponry:
Main Gun: 1X Garlov Industries BS-Large Mk. XI ‘Ground-breaker’ Beam Cannon.
Forward Batteries: 8X Garlov Industries BS-Medium Mk. X ‘Destroyer’ Beam Cannons.
Secondary Batteries: 12X Garlov Industries BS-Small Mk. XVI ‘Rapid-fire’ Beam Cannons.
Missile Launchers: 12X Garlov Industries TS ‘Swarm’ high capacity missile packs.
8X Garlov Industries TP single shot missiles.
Drones: 24X Himiko Technologies, remote controlled Small Beam Cannon attack drones.
12X Himiko Technologies, AI controlled missile defence drones.
Cyber Warfare: Himiko Technologies AI controlled jamming suite.
Counter-measures: Himiko Technologies AI controlled cyber-warfare counter-measure suite.
Power plant:
Main Power Plant: Kelan Industries BS-HO Mk. VI power plant, output rated at 24892 KW, the ships main power plant.
Secondary Power Plant: Kelan Industries BS-MO Mk. V power plant, output rated at 17254 KW, serves as a backup power plant.
Special Power Plant: Kelan Industries BS-NLS Mk. II power plant, output unrated, designed to assist in generating enough power for the ship to reach top speed.
Weapons Power Plant and Capacitor: Garlov Industries BS-HO Mk. I power plant, output rated at 8704 KW
Main Gun Power Plant: Garlov Industries LBC power plant Mk. IX, output rated at 7208 KW.
Engine: Kelan Industries HO-BS-Engine Mk. II.
High Speed Engine: Kelan Industries HS-HO-BS-Engine Mk. I.
Cruising Speed: 2121 km/h
Combat Speed: 1045 km/h
Top (Long Distance) Speed: 18,234 km/h
Additional Features:
Sensors: Himiko Technologies, AI assisted long range sensors and close ranger sensors,
S.U.M. Facilities: Loading and maintenance bay for 5 S.U.M.s.
Mech Facilities: Loading and maintenance bay for 10 Mechs
Launching pods for orbital S.U.M. and Mech drops.
Specialized ‘lifter’ drones for S.U.M. and Mech retrieval.
Personnel: Command staff, Operational staff, Ship Maintenance and Repair Staff, S.U.M. and Mech Maintenance staff, Security Staff, Janitorial Staff, 5 Detachments of UHO Marines. 8523 staff members in total. (excluding Marines)

Description: Although the UHO Phalanx is a somewhat older ship by modern standards, the ship has been overhauled and redesigned to not only match other, more recent, battleships, but also to outmatch them. The simplicity of many of its operating systems and AI support allow it to field less experienced crews and still reach optimum performance levels. With the beginning of the Human-Hybrid war the ship was converted in order to carry and support S.U.M.s to high-risk battle zones. In order to achieve this purpose the ship was modified to both hold and maintain S.U.M.s within its hull and has additional tech in order to perform orbital drops for S.U.M.s.

As a battleship it is designed for ‘capital’ ship battle and performs poorly against smaller targets. Nevertheless, advancements in drone technology have alleviated the issue somewhat, though not to a point the ship has become a viable or even preferable option when dealing with smaller targets. Its forward batteries and main gun are designed to target and destroy large, less manoeuvrable targets, something they perform admirably at. The main gun runs nearly half the length of the ship and has its own special generator to ensure it can be fired without draining power away from the other systems. However, thanks to this design the main gun has a much greater effective range when compared to most conventional weapons used. The main guns energy consumption is so massive that its private reactor is actually drained with each shot and nearly overheats with every shot, requiring a fair amount of downtime after each use. However, should the ship’s captain decide the need is great enough, the main gun can be fired by using energy from the other reactors. When fired multiple times, the gun can fire a total of 5 times before the weapon’s heat reaches critical and potentially dangerous levels. They were also optimized to be able to fire on ground targets from orbit, provided ground forces are capable of pinpointing targets. Its smaller beam cannons, ‘Swarm’ missile packs and drones were designed to defend the ship from squadrons of fighters or spaceflight-capable S.U.M.s. In its new role as a S.U.M. support ship it functions mostly as a ‘siege-breaker’. In combat situations the ship will break through potential enemy blockades and launch S.U.M.s from orbit, where it will then provide fire support.

The ship’s immense firepower, thick armour and sheer size keep it mostly safe from most threats, as it requires prodigal mobility to avoid its main gun and forward batteries in order to close in. Once closed in, the enemy would require incredible firepower in order to break through the armour of the UHO Phalanx. Luckily for the crew of the UHO Phalanx, and possibly the reason for its incredible track record in the war so far, this is a combination yet to be seen on the battlefield. However, its range advantage is severely weakened in fleet battles, as there are simply too much targets. So far, the ship has only received considerable damage during fleet battles and has managed to utterly annihilate enemies during smaller engagements. It is not without weaknesses however, as previously stated, it lacks in capabilities to take down smaller more agile targets, essentially having to rely on sheer firepower and a lucky shot from one of the larger guns or missiles. That is not its only weakness however, most of its firepower is aimed forward in order to allow its full destructive capability to be aimed in one direction. However, this has left its rear comparatively undefended, forcing the ship to rely on its weaker small beam cannons and drones to defend it from attacks in the rear.

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Model: HA-FP Mk. VII
Series: Garlov Industries HA-FP “Assault Type” Series.
Nickname: “First Sword”
Overall Height: 15 Metres
Base Weight: 10 Metric tons
Full Weight: 19 Metric tons
Armour Materials: Composite reflective, ceramic and ablative Mercurium alloy.
Power plant: Garlov Industries Ultra-compact Fusion Core Mk. II, output rated at 1265 KW.
Propulsion: Garlov Industries Heavy Rocket Thrusters X4
Performance: Maximum Thruster Acceleration 0.81 G.
Equipment:
Optional Hand Armaments: 1X Garlov Industries EX-LD Mk. V “Sniper” Large Beam Cannon
1X Garlov Industries Under-slung RF-C Mk. XI “Carbine” Beam Rifle
1X Garlov Industries EC-SD Mk. II Beam Saber
1X Garlov Industries SW-FS Mk. III Beam Resistant Shield
Additional Systems: Garlov Industries enhanced long range sensors with spotting and sniping assistance programs.
Improved short range sensors with enhanced motion detection.
Direct link to the UHO Phalanx´s AI.

Description: The original HA-FP was once considered the forefather of all Mechs. One of the first Mechs to be developed and most definitely the first effective model. Where others had flaws of not possessing enough strength in the legs to keep the body up, or simply being nearly immobile, the HA-FP was nearly perfect. Simple enough to be maintained by regular engineering crews, yet powerful and robust enough to fight in combat. Naturally, the HA-FP remains a favourite amongst UHO soldiers. Even the fact that the Mk. V and Mk. VI were called death traps by the fighting troops did little to harm the overall reputation of the HA-FP. What little damage was done was quickly restored by the Mk. VII, the latest and greatest in Mech technology, straight from Garlov Industries. Tough, quick, agile and possessing numerous weapon options, it is no wonder the Mk. VII is a favourite of all the fighting forces.

The Mk. VII is the latest “war-mech” design from Garlov Industries and considered the finest one can get. It is highly mobile, has thick, robust armour and possesses an never before seen level of customizability that has made the design a favourite amongst Mech Pilots. Although it is currently the main combat Mech of the UHO, the IHA has been struggling to get their hands on the design schematics so they can fabricate some of their own. The Mech is capable of sustained flight for up to 45 minutes before the thrusters overheat and can reach a top speed of nearly 90 km/h. It’s ultra-compact fusion core can theoretically sustain the Mech in combat for up to 36 hours. Its popularity can mostly be ascribed to the Mechs amazing customizability, as it can be outfitted to serve any situation imaginable and its settings can be customized to extreme levels, meaning that the pilots switching to the newer models needed very little retraining, as the Mech could be refitted to better suit the Pilot.

Lev Kellinkov’s own Mech has been customized by himself and he makes sure it is always in perfect working order. Although he has a large assortiments of armaments for the Mech, Lev prefers to outfit it with the Garlov Industries EX-LD Mk. V “Sniper” Large Beam Cannon and fight from long distances as he can keep a better overview of the battlefield from there. It has been modified to compensate for Lev’s bad leg and is the first of the series that can be piloted using only one leg. It also has a special uplink to the UHO Phalanx’s Artificial Intelligence, allowing Lev to give direct orders to the ship and call in fire support even from planet level.

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Model: THM-F 86c
Series: Garlov Industries THM-F “Fighter” Series.
Nickname: "Red Sun"
Overall Height: 15 Metres
Base Weight: 7 Metric tons
Full Weight: 10 Metric tons
Armour Materials: Composite reflective, ceramic and ablative Mercurium alloy.
Power plant: Garlov Industries Ultra Compact Fusion Reactor Mk. III, Output rated at 1386 KW.
Propulsion: 2X Garlov Industries High Speed Fighter Engines
6X Garlov Industries High Output Thrusters
Performance: 0,91G while in Mech mode, 2,56G while in fighter mode.
Equipment: 2X Garlov Industries “Breaker” Beam Cannons.
1X Garlov Industries “Shredder” Beam Machine Gun.
2X Beam Saber
2X Garlov Industries “Swarm” Missile Pods.
1X Garlov Industries “Buster” Heavy Torpedo.

Description: Garlov Industries’ unique transformable fighter/mech. Although incorporating the ability to transform into mechs was once considered impossible and cost-ineffective, the THM-F 86c series is now one of the most feared mechs in the UHO arsenal. Its ability to transform between a fighter jet and a mech allow it to fulfil multiple roles on the battlefield and switch between the two whenever the situation calls for it. While in fighter mode the ship reaches immensely high speeds, the maximum being clocked at 3926 kilometres an hour. While in mech mode that speed is severely reduced, but it still reaches speeds beyond what most other mechs are capable of. The main weakness of the mech is its relatively weak armour and low customizability when it comes to weaponry. Potential pilots for the THM-F 86c fighter squadrons are selected from the cream of the crop amongst both mech and regular fighter pilots. Many don’t finish the training, as switching between the two different modes and using them both effectively is a skill few master.

Lev's personal THM-F 86c is little different from a regular THM-F 86c, with one large exception. The "Red Sun" has a direct link with the UHO Phalanx's AI MILA, who assists him in piloting the fast fighter-mech hybrid. As a result, Lev's reaction time while piloting the craft is even higher than that of Hybrid pilots, as MILA can use its superior calculating capabilities to observe and analyse enemy movements and predict with astounding accuracy what their next move is going to be.

History

Lev was born as the only child into a prestigious UHO navy family, his father being an admiral in the UHO navy and his mother a rear-admiral. Even from a young age Lev was drilled into becoming the best Navy officer he could possibly be, spending most of his youth either learning about or training to get into the navy proper. When he reached 20 years of age however, he defied the wishes of his parents and transferred from the navy to the military’s early S.U.M. development program as a test pilot. He would spend the next 5 years of his live there, reaching the rank of Lieutenant and becoming known as one of the best test-pilots of the program. At the advent of the Human-Hybrid war, where he was transferred to active duty as a conventional Mech Operator and participated in many of the opening sorties of the war, where he established his position as a capable Mech Pilot. Things were looking up for Lev right up until the second year of the war. The war, which had been slowing now that the Hybrid military had developed, produced and deployed Mechs of their own, had reached a turning point where it had become clear the IHA military could match the UHO military in both firepower and technology.

During an initial scouting mission of some of the outer planets of the IHA Lev and his squad were ambushed by IHA Mechs. Although Lev managed to maintain control of the situation and eventually destroy the ambushers, his Mech was severely damaged and Lev himself got a debilitating leg injury. Although the doctors managed to mostly heal the leg, it remained stiff and somewhat unresponsive afterwards, crippling Lev’s capabilities as a both a Mech Pilot and a S.U.M.O. Using his reputation as a capable squad commander, his background in the Navy and his father and mother’s connection he once more transferred back to the navy as a Lieutenant on the UHO Phalanx. The next 4 years he would spend serving under the captain of the ship, right until Lev once more participated in a gruelling battle. The UHO Phalanx and its crew were ordered to break through the defences of a planet of the IHA, to which at that time some of the IHA high command were stationed. From the start the UHO intelligence was wrong about the fighting force of the IHA and the battle quickly went south. During the battle, the captain of the UHO Phalanx was killed and no higher ranking officers were on board to take command, leaving that dubious honour to Lev. Once he was in command, Lev managed to organize a fighting retreat, managing to salvage a large part of the fleet that was in combat and delivering severe losses to the IHA in the process. Although the battle was technically considered a loss, the loss of both manpower and material were in fact mostly equal between the IHA and UHO, a fact that got Lev promoted to captain of the UHO Phalanx. He has since served as the captain of the UHO Phalanx, serving in numerous difficult and dangerous warzones and earning the respect of UHO high command not only for his skill as a commander, but also his zeal when it comes to destroying the IHA.

So begins...

Lev Stellinkov's Story

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Lev stood on the command dais of the bridge, his eyes fixed on the view screen at the helm. There hung an unnatural silence on the bridge, no one was speaking, no one was tapping at their keyboards, no one was doing anything beyond staring at him, the silence only occasionally broken by the incessant bleeping of the computers. Lev understood their feelings and shared in their silence, his jaw taut, even as he slowly grinded his molars together. This was to be a routine mission, a trial run even, to try out the overhaul. A simple pickup, there were no reports of hostile activity, no reports of anything. UHO Intelligence had failed this day. Lev’s eyes narrowed slightly as he continued staring at the view screen, as if an answer was to be found there, in the screens depiction of space and the faraway stars. Finally, the silence broke, but none of the command crew had spoken. The breaker of the silence was the emergency transmission, the same one that had caused the silence.

”This is the neutral colony Antillia. We have come under attack by IHA forces. We repeat, we have come under attack by IHA forces. We request all UHO ships in range to come to our aid. Repeat, we request all UHO ships to come to our aid.”

The urgency in the voice of the transmitter lay in stark contrast to the politeness of the message’s contents. Lev could understand, technically they had no obligations to assist the colony. But this was different, the colony had been their original destination. The new materiel that they were supposed to pickup was on that colony. With a growl Lev turned to the readout screen displaying other UHO ship positions. It was clear that the Phalanx was closest by far. Other reinforcements would be too late if the Phalanx did not act now. With a nod Lev turned to the command crew. His voice cold and devoid of emotion as he spoke. ”We will move in to assist. Our priority will be to defend the colony and retrieve our cargo. We will tie up the enemy forces and distract them until further reinforcements can arrive. Send a message to the colony, tell them we’ll be there within 20 minutes. Get the high-speed engines online and prepare weapons. Send a message to all nearby UHO ships, inform them of our course and intentions and request additional assistance.” We a nod he noted the sudden buzz of activity, as everyone was freed of their shock and got to work.

He then turned to the comm system, even as he reviewed what he knew. He needed to inform the crew, they needed to be informed and knowledgeable about the situation. With a single button press he opened a direct link to the ship’s speakers. He voice was the same even as he addressed the crew. ”All hands, this is captain Kellinkov. We have just received word from the neutral colony Antillia. They have come under attack by IHA forces. I have decided we will move in to assist in beating off the IHA forces. All hands, prepare for high-speed travel. The moment we reach cruising speed we will be engaged in battle. I repeat, we will be engaged in battle. I expect the best from all of you, we will not let the IHA destroy this colony. Technical crew, prepare the drop ships. Marine squads, check your gear and prepare for a hot drop into the colony. All other crew, battle stations. Stellinkov, out.”

Lev continued grinding his molars, even as a strange tremor shook the ship for a moment as the special power plant and engine came online. The ship lurched in motion even as the stars on the view screen grew slightly more elongated as the ship sped up. This was unexpected, but it provided an opportunity as well. With luck, the IHA would not be prepared for a battleship arriving the defend the colony. Even if they were, the Phalanx would rip a path through them on the way to the colony. In his mind he was already forming his battle plan. They would need to engage from maximum distance and allow the main gun to soften up the enemy’s forces even as they approached. Then they could hold up the enemy forces and transport troops onto the colony itself to help defend it from ground forces. Once more he stared at the view screen, hoping they would arrive on time.

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The air of the ship was not silent, gears and whining motors could be heard in the back of bulkheads and behind hatches.

Paul stood in the hanger with a detachment of marines, who for the last three hours had been unloading and packing separate boxes of ammunition and cargo. He held his PDA in hand typing away as he took count of the rounds of varying ammo and stacks of weapons. The men were getting anxious for some action as he watched on, several were bantering about the battles past and the ones to come as if it were a sport for them.
Which not to say the least it was, but for Paul he only had his work to keep himself at ease.

Looking over the requisition list for the ship he was glad to see that the next stop would allow him to finish the power plant on his pet project Mech. The body of which was still covered under massive tarps in the rear of the ships hold, a dejected sigh escaped his mouth as he realized that it wasn't anywhere near completion without its core. A voice from behind his shoulder took his attention after the thought had passed.."Sir" As he turned to see who it was the face before his was that of Belts. Another engineer that served under his station, she as well was a cybernetic like himself. As if the sight of her face with its plating and cybernetic eye were not an attest to this as much as it was.
"Commander.. Three of the loading stations that feed launchers 3 - 6 are now operational again, the overhaul was successful. Bradly however has not been able get the last three online, he's claiming lack of power.." Paul gives a small groan in the back of his throat and speaks. "I swear, if I head up there myself and see him trying to fix the linkup with a patch board and band glue again I will shove his ass in a hurt locker."

Taking another look at his PDA he brings up the schematics for the forward pod systems, scrolling over a clean solution he sends the information to her own PDA and begins to give her a nod. However before he has the chance to do so his body straightens, tilting his head slightly to the side with a far away look in his eyes.
"Whats wro..." He puts a finger in front of her face quickly to stop her as he looks about.
"Course correction.. and the engines are heating up, listen" As he finished the intercom broke out all across the ship.

”All hands, this is captain Kellinkov. We have just received word from the neutral colony Antillia. They have come under attack by IHA forces. I have decided we will move in to assist in beating off the IHA forces. All hands, prepare for high-speed travel. The moment we reach cruising speed we will be engaged in battle. I repeat, we will be engaged in battle. I expect the best from all of you, we will not let the IHA destroy this colony. Technical crew, prepare the drop ships. Marine squads, check your gear and prepare for a hot drop into the colony. All other crew, battle stations. Stellinkov, out.”

Paul gave a quick look at Belts and chimed."Get that information to Bradly and get those turrets back up. He looks over at the marines still standing with their guns in hand and several faces being shared between them, he presses his knuckles to his lips and lets out a lout whistle which quickly snaps the back to reality.
"Alright ladies!!.. You heard the captain, get your gear stowed and head to stations now. The men begin to scramble as Paul watches them run in separate directions. He gets to work closing off and locking cases, making sure that everything is safe and stored in case the ship hits trouble. After which he rushes to the side of the hanger and takes a lift to the upper decks. Dodging and moving aside rushing personnel he gets to his berthing and gathers his gear. All that he really needed to grab was his sidearm and helmet as well as his case, while non of the other officers were present most likely already being at their own stations.

After gathering his gear Paul makes his way back to engineering, a rather large station that boarders the hanger and serves as the information center for the ships well being. As he arrives many of the other servicemen are already scrambling around, closing and securing compartments for safety until after the threat level is dropped. The clicking and beeping of panels sounds that he thinks are more then music to his ears are now hastened away with the adrenaline of the ship.
Watching his own board the indicators for the turrets are still red and slowly flashing. He begins to grit his teeth as he can only begin to imagine the ways he is going to hurt Bradly if he fails to deliver.."Bradly if you don't fix that power link now, the first shot fired on arrival will have you strapped to it."

A nervous chattering noise comes back on the other end of the com before the board lights up green all the way across.

A smile lightly graces his face as he reaches down and switches the channel to command.

"Captain.. Engineering reporting in, all systems are reading nominal and the overhaul is all clear across the board. All weapons are green and ready.." Paul leans against the railing in front of his station, looking into the monitors fire control and operations. He was ready for the storm.. and hopefully this time there wouldn't be a need to set men on the ground.

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Lev nodded once upon hearing Paul’s report. ”Good work, Atreides. Keep me posted and the weapons in optimal condition. We will engage the enemy shortly. Stellinkov out.” He lifted his finger from the comm button and turned his attention to the long distance communication systems. All nearby UHO ships were responding and near all of them had redirected their course to engage the IHA forces. Lev had no idea on the size of the IHA fleet, but with this many ship the UHO should be able to annihilate the IHA. First things first, however, he needed to hold up the IHA forces until reinforcement arrived. With a second press on the button he opened up a channel to engineering once more. ”Atreides, get the main gun online, we will be firing it from maximum range the moment we arrive. Make sure the drones and forward batteries are ready and that all missile launchers are and stay ready to fire. It’ll get hectic out there straight from the get-go and we can ill afford to lose our missile launchers. And… get the First Sword ready. I hope we won’t need it, but we can’t be too careful. Kellinkov out.”

He moved his finger to open a channel to the entire ship. ”All hands, arriving at our destination in T-minus 120 seconds. We will engage the enemy immediately. Marines, to the drop ships. Drop ship pilots, you will launch once we have cleared a path. Get ready men. Kellinkov, out.” When he finished his message, he took off his hat and ran a hand through his grey hair as he stared at the view screen. All around him the command crew was communicating with the crew and ensuring everyone was ready to open fire and engage the enemy the moment they slowed down. Just two more minutes. His jaws bunched as he grinded his molars together. This was going to get messy.

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They were close, so very close now. The lights on the command deck had all turned red, warning everyone there of the fact that engagement with hostile forces was close. Lev knew it was the same across all the decks of the Phalanx. A ship housing a small city filled with brave UHO men and women at the utmost state of readiness. And he knew they were ready, for they would fail if they were not and none of them would allow that. He could fell the slight rumble of the ship as it began to slow down and hear MILA, the ships AI, as it began the final countdown. Just 7 more seconds. Lev narrowed his eyes on the view screen, he could make out some red streaks here and there and see a little of the colony. Just 3 more seconds. The fleet became clearer, enough to begin targeting. ”Target the largest ship and fire the main gun! Once it is destroyed, move in and fire all batteries on the larger targets, ignore smaller ships, they will be dealt with by the drones and smaller cannons. Close in enough to launch our forces on the colony!” 0 more seconds. They had arrived. With a terrifying buzz the main gun charged up, shooting purplish lightning all across the length of the ship, even as it turned to face the opponent’s battleship.

The entire ship rumbled as the main gun fired, tearing a hole in the enemy’s battleship. It wouldn’t be enough to destroy it, but it would certainly cripple the ship. With an annoyed glare he looked to his comm system to find out the source of a new and rather incessant blinking light. With a press of the button he listened to the message. "Attention UHO Ships, this is the Widow. Require assistance, don't know how long I’ll last. I repeat, This is the Widow, Require assistance, don't know how long I’ll last." Lev frowned. He had never heard of the Widow, but the source of the transmission was hard to pinpoint, highly unlikely to be a ship larger than an cruiser than. Lev nodded and pressed the respond button. ”Widow, this is captain Stellinkov, of the UHO Phalanx. We have arrived in the sector and engaged the enemy. Please transmit your location on a secure channel and we will provide backup. Other UHO forcers also incoming. Stellinkov out.” As soon as he transmitted the message he opened up a new channel to the engineering deck. ”Come in Atreides. I expect the preparations of the First Sword are completed by now.” A short silence followed as Lev grinded his molars and looked at the view screen, it would only be a few moments before the Phalanx got in range to fire its entire arsenal. That would be when the true battle began and they could begin launching forces into the colony proper. Lev shook his head before he continued. ”Atreides, you’re going to have to pilot the First Sword into the colony. Provide backup for local forces and our marines, secure the colony and our cargo. …I’m counting on you Atreides. Stellinkov out.”

Lev turned his attention back to the view screen, the forward batteries had begun opening fire, turning the crippled battleship the main gun had shot into debris within moments. It didn’t even have time to return fire. Now the ship turned and moved closer to the colony. Lev could only grind his molars even as he whispered. ”Your turn.”

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The whole of the ship shifts stiffly with its exit out of the jump and it takes only a few seconds for the spun up main cannon to fire its first round. Paul watches as the screens light up with dazzling light and beams of energy, as they each cut paths scything back and forth across the empty void of space.
The Phalanx does not waste time using its heavy sheet of fire to clear away oposition among the lower run ships and using its more powerful weaponry to keep the other larger ships at bay. Words began to pass by one another on the deck as he could hear his own men calling out the status of weapon systems, doing their best to keep in check with one another. "Power ratio staying nominal.. rounds being spent in sequence.. drones keep IFF protocols singled out."

He leans deeper into his rail as the feeling of enemy firepower slides off the ships hull.
Whatever they were using wasn't necessarily doing much damage, but it was giving their maintainer squads for concern in the forward decks. It was then that the comm link opened and the compartment heard the incoming message from their captain.

”Atreides, you’re going to have to pilot the First Sword into the colony. Provide backup for local forces and our marines, secure the colony and our cargo. …I’m counting on you Atreides. Stellinkov out.”

Most of the crew in his company look at him, the captain had just called him out for the deck to hear and he could feel the tension within the stare of each of the crew. He looks down across his board and see's that there is enough time to get everything switched over. "Alright, Belts take the console.." She is eager to take position for him, withdrawing from her terminal and taking his place as he steps down and heads to the lift. As it began to descend he could hear the buzz of the other crew members getting back to their stations.

As the lift hit the first ring of the hanger he could see the loading docks for the other pilots that bridged into their own mechs. His own Ares was still shoving out of the main hanger far towards the aft section of the ship, but without its full power source it might as well be a massive paper weight. Not to let that stay on his mind, he bolts from the lift as it stops and hurries around the first section of the ring and he can see the last of the launch crew helping the other pilots load in.
First Sword sits there, its shell sticking out from the heavy scaffolding and its mounts protruding from the covers. One of the engineers was there to give him a salute as he approached, but Paul not being one for such things slightly waved him off as he walked across the short extension bridge and spun to sit in the cockpit.

He looks down and sets the controls for his own feet, several systems checks are all it takes and he starts firing the release clamps for the maintenance cables. Readouts begin dancing across the heads up display for him to see as he can feel the support crane moving him away from the walkway. Picking his feet up so the singular peddle splits and separates to its original configuration.
Comm chatter begins to pick up as he can hear the other pilots chiming in.."Sword two, checking in.. Sword three, checking in.." he flips his comm on and adds. [color-green]"First Sword, checking in.. Rapier team ready for launch.
The ship begins to lurch as he can feel several stronger impacts strike the hull, it felt like some pilots were actually ramming into the ship in some cases.

The standby light inside the cockpit pops on as he can hear the cover being pulled back by the automated arms and several passing sounds of metallic impact let him know the main gun was attached. What came next was the waiting, he wasn't able to determine the moment he was dropped but only by dispatch was he able to go. The arms lean the mech forward several degrees and with a loud snap the light turns green and the clamps release. Gravity over takes his body as Firs Sword drops with its two counterparts in tow. He grips the controls as the safety harness tightens his body to the seat and uses the sticks to keep the mech from swiveling out of place in its fall.
*16k feet..* The readout begins to flash and that was shortly followed by successful numbers.

Several strike craft etch by as they fall and only a few signals are coming back as friendly, a few shots from the Carbine is enough to deter any interested parties.

*9k feet..* The board blinks as Paul begins to warm up the thrusters.

*5k feet..* He grips the controls again to steer the fall past some incoming AA fire, but whatever was firing stops its barrage after a few salvos. Paul can see the small row of hangers down below as they come into sight and not to mention the small formations working their way around the grounds. Thanks to the on board systems the IFF begins to pop green and red tags across the screen. Paul, Sword two and Sword three begin opening fire on light positions. Small explosions begin to dot the field as they were not really prepared for attacks from directly above. Only the sniper cannons can deal the damage and even at such extreme ranges it takes several shots.
Paul was using the weapon to such an extent so he would not be stuck with such a large cumbersome weapon when landing

The warning for proximity sounds as the group nears the ground and they all jet their thrusters to divert flow, this causes them to angle off towards the end of the hanger line and hit the ground at a skid. One poor bastard lucky enough to survive the earlier bombardment didn't expect a near collision from ground forces. He must have been frozen with fright because his mech seizes up as the three pilots come by, but Paul turns and fires on him at an extremely close range with the laser cannon. Several seconds later and the smoke clears to reveal a smoldering mass where the pilot originally sat.
A comm line opens when its all clear.."This is First Sword, Rapier has landed.. minimal resistance."

"Defense forces are busy evacuating civilians, low presence on the field."
He can see several pings returning to him on radar and only a few are not reading hostel. There were however several readings coming back that puzzled him as he watched them print out. "Continuing mission, will secure source of the distress call immediately."
Sword three stomps off as he finishes and he follows behind with sword two bringing up their rear.

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"This is Zwei," She said simply, contacting the command ship once again. "I've located a custom-model unit operated by the enemy. Request permission to engage."

This was it, the unkown S.U.M that Arba had expected.

Her mind raced, she didn't know what to expect from this new enemy but her fleet had clearly pissed off the small Colony that they had attacked. Usually it would be business as usual to destroy the new 'Mech' but something was telling Arba to leave the pilot alive and to try and capture whoever was inside and maybe get them on side.

' Captain what are your order' A young man yelled from his seat.

What would bring her army the best outcome.

She patched herself back through to Zwei ' This is Captain Arba, Can you capture the enemy. If not destroy the target. Permission to engage is granted'.

It was at that moment a loud buzzing sound hit the deck of the ship indicating that the fleet were now being attacked. The enemy had eventually released fire and their aim wasn't half bad.

'Patch me through to the whole fleet' Arba asked before clicking the small speaking device once more ' All ships. This is Captain Arba Porter of Catania 1Apha H. The Enemy are now attacking. You may now all release fire'

The Gun battle had began.

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Reports were coming in left and right, but Lev left them to his command crew. There was no reason to personally involve himself in every little matter. With a tight jaw he observed the main view screen, even as both information and weapons fire flashed by continuously, never giving his eyes a moments of rest. He stared, as if by doing so he could somehow divine the enemy’s battle plan. They seemed focused on the colony at first, but it seemed whatever shock his arrival might have caused amongst the IHA fleet, it had worn off. It had turned and converged, like the massive jaws of a beast, its only desire to tear the Phalanx apart. His focus was so intense he didn’t even hear the first call of one of the data analysis crew members. Only the second call for attention, louder this time, caught his attention. He fixed his cold eyes on her, but elicited to say nothing, forcing her to quickly spit out whatever had been so important.

”Sir, you have to see these readouts. Whatever is fighting at the location that the ‘Widow’ transmitted… it’s unlike anything I have seen before.” With a somewhat impatient grunt Lev joined the crewwoman at her station. Nothing of interest, of cou-… Lev’s eyes widened as he looked at the readout. The Widow was tiny, smaller than even some of the smaller gunships. It was the size of a Mech, but with energy readouts beyond anything conventional mechs were capable off. Images and numbers flashed through his mind as he studied the readout. This so-called ‘Widow’ was their objective. They had been send here to pick up experimental mech-parts. Fully functional S.U.M. prototypes, or so High Command had called it.

Lev understood immediately what had to be done. With a confident but hurried jog he returned to the command dais and spoke in a loud voice. ”Immediately redirect two drone squadrons to assist the Widow in any way possible, redirect the remaining two squadrons to defend the ship from fighters. Small batteries and Defense Drone squadrons are now redirected for complete fighter screening. Main batteries, open fire on the ships between us and the Widow, carve a path from us to it. And where are our reinforcements?!” One of the communications officers turned in his chair and responded. ”Sir! The corvette strike team under command of captain Harley and the gunship strike team under command of Lieutenant Alcon have just arrived! Read-admiral Miyamoto is still one hour out and has relinquished command to you until he arrives. The cruiser UHO Fortitude is 4 minutes out, other reinforcements also incoming. They are awaiting orders.” Lev grinded his molars some as he considered his options. With reinforcements slowly trickling in like this there was the chance of a disastrous defeat as communications got hectic.

Lev looked back to the view screen as he gave his next orders. ”Tell captain Harley that her corvettes are to move closer to us and target larger enemy craft with torpedoes. Lieutenant Alcon is to bring two of his gunships closer to us and set up a screen against fighter craft. His other gunships will move to support captain Harley. Send them the data of the Widow through an encrypted channel, inform them that they are to protect this craft. And send a message to commander Atreides, warn him that our targets are possibly live and operational, he is our eye on the ground, I’m leaving it up to him on how to continue his mission. And prepare the drop ships for a hot pickup of commander Atreides and cargo should it become necessary.” Lev nodded once as his command crew immediately got to work and carried out his orders perfectly, right before once more turning his attention back to the main view screen.His attention was too drawn to the movements of his newly arrived allies and the Widow to even notice the small notice from MILA, the ship’s AI, identifying a sudden and unidentified peak in power near the Widow.

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It wasn't often that the enemy engaged with Arba. In fact she wasn't sure it had ever happened until now.

IHA Forces, This is the Widow. Break off your attack and retreat at once. I repear, Retreat at once.

Wow, this Kid was gutsy. It took some kind of willpower to demand someone to break off an attack and there could only be a few reasons why. Arba sensed it was desperation more than anything as this S.U.M's home was being attacked. However, the whole reason her fleet had attacked was to gain the real enemies attention and this boy's home was simply a tactic. She carefully worded a response in her head before pressing the small speaking device once more.

' Whoever this may be. I request that you retreat as this battle does not concern you. Unless you want to branded alongside the UHO return yourself home before you harm your Mech any further.... You are damaged, my team have been following you energy readings so you best give up, we have no use for you and your colony any longer. Return to your peaceful life or die trying to resolve a war that you have no hope in winning'

It may have sounded harsh. Sure, Arba understood the reason the Colony had sent out a S.U.M, she had attacked a neutral party but only because she was following orders. However, it was more important this boy get the message that her fleet were not really interested in him or his home now before he got himself involved. Arba walked casually behind one of her pilots screens to take another look at the opposing sides energy readings. It was at that moment that she could see that the UHO ships were now helping the boy, then the huge spike in this new Mechs energy reading.

Holy Shit...

' You' She pointed at a random crew member ' Give direct order to our S.U.M's that the MEch in question is dangerous and to NOT destroy it. We need a power source like that',

The UHO had now began to help a Mech with a power source she had never seen before. Arba headed towards the ships front. Looking out towards the opposing fleet that were not only attacking her but now coming a few steps closer to owning an unimaginable power source.

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Zwei raised a white-haired eyebrow as the distant enemy machine opened fire on her location, even despite the fact that she was far beyond his sensor range, let alone maximum shooting distance. The incoming beams dispersed into nothingness long before they got even close to her. What had he been expecting? Did he not know of his own range? That would indicate that the S.U.M. was piloted by a novice, and yet, his reflexes had to be superb. He had, after all, dodged a shot he almost surely couldn't have seen coming, and most certainly hadn't been warned of by his unit's systems. How odd... So, there was a non-Hybridized Human with that level of reflex? But stranger still was the notion that he was now piloting a prototype S.U.M. without any knowledge of its limitations, like its shooting range. Just then, however, an unidentified voice abruptly resounded through her head, connected to her by the Suigetsu's computers. The boy who had just contacted her... was he the pilot of that S.U.M.? It seemed so, considering his preposterous order for her to depart.

"I refuse," Zwei replied calmly, her icy voice carrying little to no feeling with it save blank resolve as she looked calmly into the viewscreen, her face, although obscured by her visor, doubtless displaying on the enemy's own HUD via the communications feed. "We have no choice in this matter. We must seize the objective, or else many more lives will be lost than those that will be claimed in this battle! The UHO cannot be allowed to continue its acts of genocide against our people. With the weapon you are currently in control of, they will surely destroy countless cities, colonies, and settlements. This is not an option. Boy, if you wish so desperately for this battle to end, then turn yourself and that machine over to the IHA!" With those words and a brief flash of her golden eyes across the video communication, she cut off her transmission, raising her rifle at the same time in preparation to keep sniping the enemy S.U.M. should he refuse, when a sudden explosion from the side snapped her into attention. It seemed that the enemy battleship was advancing now, piercing through the opening created by the enemy S.U.M.'s deployment. That... that ship was coming to fetch this "Widow." In that case, she had no choice but to hinder it by any means necessary! Changing targets, she took aim with the Raphael, lining up a shot powered by all three Arc Projectors in the cannon itself, as well as by the Palm Projectors her unit was equipped with. Charging the full destructive force of the S.E.R. Field into the weapon at maximum capacity, she lined up a shot straight for the bows of the incoming UHO Phalanx, targeting the main guns as they lit up to fire upon another of the IHA cruisers. In an instant, she had pulled the trigger, releasing another cataclysmic burst of emerald light from the Suigetsu and sending it streaking towards the Phalanx. Yet again, she was banking on the unique nature of her shots, as even a capital ship's reflective armor wouldn't be geared to defend it from an S.E.R. Field. She had no doubt that the enemy's drone crews would likely move to intercept the shot, but, hopefully, with the power she'd put into it, it would punch right through them. That, at the very least, would slow the enemy down.

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Three small lights flickered among the stars, If one peered into space they could not be seen easily and with the explosions running all the length of this peaceful planet's sky these small machines of man where nothing compared to the giants of destruction.

Aldwin gazed at the planet "below" him, sad that this unending war would claim such virgin planet void of fear, war and terrible uncertainty. Aldwin in better days could not bear to watch such carnage but now he did paying respect to his enemies, he and his comrades now shed their blood and the least he could do was to see them perish and acknowledge their bravery.

Ahh, sentimentality… what a funny feeling; Aldwin felt sadness even regret at seeing such bastion of human peace brought down in a hail of fire yet he was not sorry.
He was not sorry to see this planet go to waste, these where his enemies and even in peace they had aided the betrayers who had started this war… the Universal" human" organization.

… I do not understand this, the battle has begun yet we remain here unmoving, please explain?

Aldwin chuckled, to teach strategy to a so called "battle computer", would this irony ever end?

"If we attack now we will face the full brunt of the enemy's arsenal, those gunships now being deployed are more than capable of ripping us to shreds and therefore we must wait for them to engage themselves against the heavier ships in our fleet which can withstand this fire"

… Then what is the purpose of these small and weakly structured fighting machines?

Aldwin raised an eyebrow, that was quite the question.

"It's cheap to send off pilots like this, it does not even cost the military a coffin for the many unfortunates" replied Aldwin both bitter and pessimistic still saddened by the sight on this lovely planet.

… Then why do you go on engaging in hostilities knowing your death statistically has to come? Asked the computer to which Aldwin had not yet had the time to grant a name as was tradition, probably because it was tradition for Aldwin to name this electronic comrade after its first battle.

[CODE YELLOW, CODE YELLOW, CODE YELLOW] the message displayed all over his communication devises sending alarms off to trigger every one of his automated systems.

So, it begins.

"Link up!" said Aldwin the interface of the battle computer now covering his eyes displaying the field of battle in marvelous detail ranging from power sources to shield type to even a flush of a toilet if Aldwin had the time to go through the data.

The squadron formed behind him as did twenty or so other fighters all ready and accepting of the fact that the blinds of death would soon cover in darkness what would be a marvelous sunrise on a until now marvelous planet.
No communication was needed, all these pilots knew what they were doing and those new boys who didn't would not matter anyway. The word yellow repeated three times brought all the information they needed on their display screens saving the time consuming and often costly affair of voice communication.

The birds of steel descended upon the enemy ships, weapons systems where ready, the reactor was up and running and shields where up. All seemed ready to be a fine day to die as Aldwin located his squadron's target…UHO Phalanx.
Aldwin smiled with satisfaction; didn't these people know their history? As the Greeks on Terra showed the ancient world; to create a Phalanx needed many and not these few.

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Lev stood on his command dais, listening to reports coming in from all sides. The cruiser UHO Fortitude had just arrived, bringing with it another squadron of fighter drones. A pair of frigates had also arrived and the ships were even now moving in to support the Phalanx. Despite this, the fighting was going poorly. The enemy was entrenched and in formation, despite the best efforts of Lev to dislodge them. It seemed that they had guessed his objective and were even now attempting to delay him. His eyes widened slightly as he saw an IHA Frigate with two Corvette’s in tow turn to aim its main gun at the Phalanx. It was directly ahead, it must have though the Phalanx’s main gun was still out of operation. Lev smirked slightly. ”Fire the main gun. Get rid of that frigate and its escort.” A quick voice shouted its confirmation and Lev could feel the ship shuddering as the main gun charged up. That frigate and its crew were doomed, they just didn’t know it yet. Lev turned to review the rest of the battle, but was interrupted when MILA voice suddenly appeared within the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. iT APPEARS WE HAVE BEEN TARGETED.” Lev started and looked at the view screen, a sudden power spike out of nowhere, its readout indicated that it was some form of beam weapon, though Lev could not guess as to what type.

”Scramble defence drones! Prepare an energy shield against that blast!” The defence drones scrambled and four of them lit up an energy shield between them against the incoming blast. For a moment it seemed to Lev that the beam stopped against that shield, moments before it broke through and short circuited the three drones. The beam cut a swath across the bow of the ship, rocking everyone in the command deck. ”Status report! What the hell was that?!” Lev’s voice sounded frantic even to himself. A woman near his command dais quickly reported minimal damage to vital systems and no loss of structural integrity, but two of the forward batteries were offline. MILA’s voice once more sounded throughout the command deck. ”cAPTAIN. aNALYSIS COMPLETE. wEAPONS FIRE FROM A S.U.M. PROTOTYPE. rECOMMEND ELIMINATING IT IMMEDIATELY.” Lev frowned even as he grinded his molars together. They had no pilots left. And the drones would never be able to match that thing. Another frantic report came in from below the command dais. ”Sir! A force of fighters incoming! Gunships are entangled with enemy forces and can’t come to our aid!”

This was going to turn ugly soon. They were losing ground and fast at that. With a nod Lev gave his next orders. ”Redirect the Fortitude’s Drones and one squadrons to engage those fighters. All small batteries are to target the fighters as priority targets. And get a message to commander Atreides. Tell him he has 10 minutes to find the cargo and get his ass on a ship back to the Phalanx. And get the Red Sun ready. I’m taking off to engage that S.U.M. Redirect one squadron of drones to assist me.” As he finished he turned on his heels and marched away from the command deck, followed by loud protestations. He could direct the battle from a mech. What was more important now was distracting that S.U.M. before it tore the entire ship apart. He was the only pilot capable of doing so on the ship. He frowned slightly even as he mumbled. ”Shouldn’t have sent Atreides away.” With a snort he expelled the regret from his mind and marched to the mech loading bay. As expected, the Red Sun was ready for launch. He quickly changed into his flight suit and boarded the mech. ”MILA are you there?” He said, even as he began the preparations for take-off. ”pRESENT cAPTAIN. rEADY TO ASSIST YOU.” Lev nodded once, before saying through the comm system to the deck crew. ”Red Sun taking off!” With a sudden jolt the transformable mech was dropped out into space, where he immediately transferred to fighter mode and raced for the S.U.M. signal, a squadron of drone fighters in tow.

”Patch me through to the Widow.” He said, even as he swiftly closed the distance. ”Son, this is Captain Stellinkov. I am moving out to engage the enemy S.U.M. The Phalanx can’t fight its way through to you, so you’re going to have to get there yourself. I will hold the enemy off. Stellinkov out.” Lev ended the transmission and with a smirk he noticed that he was getting close to the enemy S.U.M. ”Once we’re in range, launch missiles. I’ll start off with a few strafing runs. Get the drones to do the same.” MILA voiced her confirmation even as the enemy S.U.M. was getting closer and closer.

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Zwei's eyes let out a dim flash as information rushed into her mind. The S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive surged, its energy levels swiftly spiking once again and flooding into the three projectors of the Raphael. She'd broken through the enemy's shields, that much was certain. However, her attack had been weakened before it had struck. The enemy's main gun still seemed to be online, even if some of the auxiliary batteries had been eliminated. Well, with their shields disrupted, their ship would now be a target. All she had to do was-

Just then, however, a warning flashed through her expanded consciousness as a missile lock was detected. The Over-Hybrid's attention instantly shifted itself as she re-targeted, locking on to the source of the sensor ping her own systems had just detected. Sure enough, there was an enemy skirting the edge of the battlefield and heading straight for her, supported by several drone units. Zwei wasted no time. With her own machine's light frame, it would be unacceptable to risk a direct hit by ignoring such a threat. The Suigetsu had to be returned intact, and with all its armaments. So, she changed plans. She had no choice but to override her previous objective in order to complete her primary goal.

Changing the projection method of the Raphael slightly, she focused on a wide arc instead of concentrated destructive power. The three projectors of the rifle were now, instead of condensing the shot into a single beam, serving to scatter it into a vast, shotgun-like spread of energy. The only difference between this mode and a normal spread or flechette weapon was that Zwei could still control each and every one of the shots' firing paths, effectively allowing her to shoot precisely even with a spread fire weapon. And so, locking onto the drone squadron, she aimed to eliminate this group first, firing off a truly staggering curtain of wildly spreading, shifting attacks just as the attack force began its missile bombardment. Like a hailstorm of emerald dust, the screen of beams spread out over and descended upon the enemy, precisely piercing through the incoming missiles, all the while raining shots from all sides on the drones. By intercepting the most likely flight paths of their computer navigation systems, then simply shooting at them directly, Zwei felt confident that she'd be able to eliminate the large part of them. In any case, the enemy was getting close, now - too close. She needed a means of defending herself in close quarters in addition to the projectile attacks already at her disposal. And so, sending a mental command to the Suigetsu's motor systems, she unfolded one of the two scabbards from her machine's back, reaching down with the S.U.M.'s free hand to swiftly draw forth and activate the glistening crimson blade. Heat surged up the vibrosword's monomolecular edge as it began to oscillate rapidly, and the Suigetsu swiftly leveled it in a defensive posture, all the while charging energy into both its cannon and its wings in preparation for the fight to come.

"This is Zwei," She reported to the command ship. "I've been intercepted. Unable to complete objective. I will attempt to provide overwatch support for our fleet. However, I may be unable to participate fully in this battle without risking harm to the primary objective. I apologize. Zwei, out."

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Now Arba had always stuck to being a collected person. No matter what the situation or circumstance she prided herself in being a level headed warrior. However, if you begin messing with her fleet or better still her Baby(Ship) then that principle of staying calm often left the battle field.

Up until now Arba had kept her face completely covered and stayed away from aiming any guns herself. She had specialized pilots and Mechs to do that kind of dirty work. Yet the blue haired woman was a skilled pilot and gunman with the added bonus of being a hybrid rather than a human. Plus she was very pissed that this boy had somehow manged to destroy and kill some of her fleet within mere seconds because she had underestimated him.

' Captain someone has hacked our main communication system. We are open for anyone to hear'

Great.... now her communication was open for anyone to hear. How could she have been so stupid and now her own S.U.M was having difficulty in battle.
' Someone get the turrets ready for me and send out more of our fighter pilots. This is about to get dirty. I want all missiles fired. Use whatever Ammo you can find. '

It was at this point Arba did not care who could hear her communications. She ripped her hooded cloak from her scarred body, a member of the crew handed her a pair of yellowing goggle and began to run after her as she briskly walked to the turrets taking the mouth peice to her lips once more.
' Whether you be part of my fleet or a member of the UHO. Listen to this.... The Colony is now our enemy, you may attack at will. You begin to kill my crew. Something which we did not do to your 'Precious Planet' and you face the consequences.'
Before entering into a large turret she dropped the mouthpiece to the floor and shattered it under her foot.

She entered a large rounded turret which was in control of a laser machine gun. Taking one deep breath she looked around for a brief moment. Spotting the S.U.M target. She released fire.

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Lev’s eyes widened slightly when the S.U.M. in front of him suddenly lit up in a glittering storm of shining dust. He only had a moment to reflect on its beauty before he realized the enemy was preparing an attack. With a savage jerk he pulled the Red Sun’s engines up, launching upwards and over the small energy blasts. One quick look at his monitors showed three of his six drones being torn apart by the attack, with a fourth losing its right wing and spiralling off out of control. Just two left then. Something approximating a grin crept over his features as he piloted his craft in a wide loop around the S.U.M. using speed and distance to keep himself safe from attacks while he observed the enemy. With one click of a button he sent his remaining two drones in for an attack, ordering them straight for the target and to fire all four of their beam rifles.

A message from MILA informed him of an intercepted transmission. Although the transmission was bad, he could make out the gist of it. It was definitely the operator of the Widow and a woman. For a moment he thought he recognized her voice, but he couldn’t be sure. Lev snorted as the transmission finished and mumbled. ”I’m fighting with and against children. Spoiled brats who don’t understand what it means to be a soldier.” He shook his head and turned his attention back to his opponent. It wouldn’t do to get distracted during his fight. He glanced back at the S.U.M. he was fighting. It had drawn its sword and although he couldn’t be sure, it seemed to have dropped into a defensive position. Lev smiled once more, that was perfect. All he needed to do now was whittle down its defences and then move in for the kill. With a quick flick of the control stick he angled the Red Sun towards the S.U.M.’s back, in perfect conjunction with the two drones now moving in for an attack from two other directions as well. The missiles were ineffective right now. He would need to safe them for later.

As his fighter-mech raced towards the S.U.M. he waited until it was in range and opened fire with his two beam cannons, trying to spray as much fire its way as was possible, doing so only moments after the two drones opened fire. Once his volley was completed he quickly angled his fighter-mech downward and around the S.U.M., getting ready for his next strafing run.

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[Unit C now reading complete functionary disruption, no life signs detected from human controller… presumed unit destroyed by enemy drone fire after a momentary lack of evasive maneuver upon attempt at lock on target]

Aldwin almost closed his eyes in disgust; a completely avoidable death brought upon by inexperience. Training was a rushed inefficient affair to begin with and every month saw new demands for reinforcements and new cuts in training in order to get them into the pilot seat as fast as possible.

Aldwin could not afford to lose them this way, a pilot who survived his first battle had his statistical survival rate raised from 4% to 30% but the figures he had been getting these past missions where pointing towards a more likely figure of 2% survival rate… far detached from the propaganda statistic of 47% among rookie pilots.

"UA to UB, enact code Sunday, " shouted Aldwin to the communicator; the interface technology was not yet reliable enough to create a direct link between the pilots and so occasional obsolete vocal communication was sometimes needed.
Code Sunday was an attack pattern which had the sender unit engage enemy defenders while the receiving unit began an attack run on the target. Among other details such as formation, duration and secondary provisions this particular order was one enacted in case of the premature termination of a third of the squadron.

With unit C down only two units where now left.
Aldwin bounced the defending drones now launching and dived back returning fire with his powerful tri rail guns causing a number of kills among the breaking formation.
With Unit B now closing in after a short exchange between it and another formation of drones Aldwin fired another burst into an incoming interceptor clearing the way for unit B to begin its attack run.

With defenders now in disarray after a strange blast from the target colony presumably ether an allied unit or accidental enemy fire the fighters had a short but valuable turkey shoot bringing down a few dozen drones and interceptors.
In addition the forward Squadrons in the attack group had managed to accomplish their objectives with only 30% made causalities before the attack run and a further 40% after the attack leaving three survivors to keep on covering for the rest of the attack force and giving the first strike a 70% strike rate causing a number of enemy ships to loss key systems and one to loss life support systems possibly terminating the majority of its occupants.

Unit B did not repeat the mistakes practiced by unit C and remained consistent with its evasive maneuvering during the lock on stage. With only a short distance to go to the enemy target resistance was stiffening but was still fractured enough to allow half the attacking force of the second wave to pass unscathed.

Dispatching a further two drones Aldwin noted that an enemy gunships was now beginning to turn and concluded that the sacrifice of one of his two torpedo's was the only method by which the second wave would be able to clear the enemy defenders sufficiently intact to hit the enemy command ship.
Slightly modifying the attack formation Aldwin accelerated his fighter to avoid the Gunships missile barrage and turned back now from the rear communications section of the gunship which while heavily protected had the fewest amounts of defensive armaments and was void of any offensive capability.

Aldwin fired a burst of his beam guns before beginning a cyber-attack on the Gunship's shield systems to allow his shield disrupter an easier task.
The Human brain could not normally handle such tasks in the speeds of fighter combat but his interface with the computer thanks to his cyberbrain incasing along with his genetic modifications, his experience and the Cyber upgrades and implants to his body allowed him to keep pace with the action.

There are many unused neural pathways in the brain which could genetically be expanded and artificially be adapted to specialized tasks. There was a cost to this however; overusing the systems could have a very dangerous consequence to the physical functionality of the biological brain which in most cases like Aldwin's resulted in artificial Cyber implants.
Over the course of seven years' service most of Aldwin's brain had been converted from biological to artificial functionality and after he had his fighter shot up by enemy fire much of his body had also been replaced with artificial components.

With the Cyber attempt at the gunship's systems only a partial success Aldwin pressed on with what he had managed and fired the singe missile into the shield bypass penetrating the armor and burning out most of the gunship's functionality.

These torpedo's designed for large heavily armored ships easily overcome the lighter armor of the gunship and the powerful MP burst was able to overcome the gunship's systems far less protected then a battleship's leaving it adrift in space and its crew most likely terminated.

Aldwin turned and retraced his way to his target, while he had dealt with the gunship unit B had been destroyed by the gunships forward batteries however this loss was acceptable as Aldwin was now well past the enemy defenses and even with only one torpedo left he could still damage vital systems inside the enemy command ship.
As he locked on and made the final approach to launch a band of drones assaulted him causing some damage to the power management systems and left him with in the unfortunate predicament of a decreeing velocity.

To compensate Aldwin fired his emergency rocket engine granting him a temporary boost in speed to complete his attack. There was no question of a cyber-attack at this stage of the attack however the first wave had left a four meter shield defense weakening near the command section allowing the shield disrupter to make enough room for the torpedo.

Targeting the reactor Aldwin fired the Torpedo on a course which would send it beyond the command section and into the reactor section. As the Torpedo penetrated the ships armor it became clear to Aldwin that the armor had been stronger then calculated preventing a breach all the way to the reactor section so Aldwin settled for a strike at the control systems link between the command section and the rest of the ships systems.

Maybe a temporary dysfunction in these systems would allow allied ships to launch an attack on the enemy's command ship?

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She knew her fleet where becoming outnumbered even before the female crew member had shouted up the turret. Everything was beginning to crumble for the IHA. Though retreating was never an option.

Her eyes hastily moved from target to target. Though on some shots she didn't inflict damage she had managed to seriously damage some of the UHO ships.
'God Damn it' she yelled through gritted teeth as she felt a shot hit into her own ship. It was at that moment she noticed two openings. One was created by a Pilot of her own Fleet, she believed his name to be Aldwin. He had made it so her fleet could damage the enemy's command ship. If she were to take down the center then it may just save her crew's life. However, the strong headed S.U.M boy was also open for fire.

She knew that attacking the S.U.M would only be for the revenge of the crew he had killed. The better option was the ship.
She raised the laser turret straight ahead and with one swift movement a lightening blue beam shot across the sky, hitting the Command ship. She wasn't sure what kind of damage she had done so Arba shot a second time to make sure she had at least done some damage.
She looked on and watched as some of her fleet began to hammer down onto the small colony. Shooting small capsules released controlled fire pockets over certain parts of the colony's land. Though she could have been described as heartless, at that moment she felt sorrow for the innocent, they were merely the tools of war.

A young man's voice echoed into the turret.

'Captain. Unit 6 are requesting back up. They say their engines are shutting off.'
' Send unit 2 in as back up. Tell the fleet to stop attacking the God Damn Colonies and concentrate on the UHO fleet. Destroy as many ships as you can' .

She could here the Crew member scurry away to relay the message. She had, had enough of the revenge killing, it was time to even out the playing field as she knew the IHA would not send her backup.

The She went back to firing against the enemies main ship.

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Zwei's sensors registered the enemy formation, transmitting this information to her brain much more quickly than the attacking units could begin their assault. Consequently, what the enemy pilot expected to be some kind of surprise came as no shock at all to the young Over-Hybrid, who, already having prepared herself for this attack, wasted no time in making her move. Stretching one of the Suigetsu's wings as the two drones began their attack, she began extending her S.E.R. Field. In an instant, an emerald curtain spread between her and one of the drones, with the side effect that her machine was propelled in the opposite direction, allowing her to dodge away and to the side as the shower of beams converged on her location, abruptly slipping out of the way of the shots from both the fighter and the second drone. Then, several things happened at once.

The beam shots from the first drone collided with her defensive screen, and were almost instantly diverted by one of the concave feathers, refocused in another direction: specifically, right back towards the drone that had fired them. This returned attack was not alone, however, for at the same time, the extra portions of her machine's energy wing that had formed the barrier split themselves off, creating a rain of feathers that fired straight for the first drone, along with its own shot, ensuring that it would be unable to escape.

This sudden force, however, caused the Suigetsu to spin to face the second drone. Having already evaded its shots, she now found herself directly alongside it as it attempted to pull away, only to find its path intercepted by Zwei, whose initial dodge had cast her right into its way, while her first counterattack had caused her machine to spin towards the enemy unit. Casually raising her sword, she swept it upward, cleaving the second drone in half while at the same time spreading her unit's wings, projecting her S.E.R. Field to push off of the explosion with tremendous force, almost instantly accelerating her to full speed and sending her hurtling downward along a course she'd already calculated.

As the final unit, the lightweight enemy fighter, tried to come about, it, too, would find its course intercepted. Although the Red Sun was fast, the Suigetsu was swifter still. And, moving as it was on an interception course rather than simply chasing after its target, it would be able to cut across the enemy's flight path at the shortest possible distance, in the shortest possible time. Even as the enemy was just beginning to pull away, trying to come around, the sudden white, gold, and green blur of the Suigetsu would streak across its path with a single instant. And yet, a single moment was all the time Zwei needed. Raising her fully charged Raphael and setting its shot pattern to wide dispersal, she had already lined up her firing arcs by the time she crossed in front of the enemy fighter. All that was left was to pull the trigger, releasing an emerald hailstorm all across the Red Sun's trajectory, peppering both it and its probable courses of escape with countless winding, spiraling green projectiles. And, although it was certainly fast, Zwei somehow doubted that it would be able to turn quickly, considering that its speed seemed to come largely from a small number of large, powerful engines, rather than the intricate matrix of vernier thrusters and precise, yet strong boosters that controlled her own machine. In short, she had the advantage of agility, while her opponent would be hard pressed to evade a short-range, widespread attack from the front, which was exactly what she had just fired at him.

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This wasn’t good. Reports from the Phalanx were streaming in. There were too many. They were a distraction. They were keeping him from his goal. They were turning his attention this way and that. He never should’ve kept the link open. He should’ve focused on the goal. But it was too late for such regrets. The Phalanx had been hit and hit hard. It’s defences were already weakened and the enemy saw its chance. Suicidal fighters took it. A torpedo, launched with such pin-point accuracy that Lev needed to take a single second to appreciate it, had knocked down quite a few of its vital systems. MILA had already redirected a large portion of those, but they were now sluggish and the main cannon remained offline. And now some other ship had opened fire, doing considerable damage to the Phalanx’s armour. But it shouldn’t pose a problem. The fleet had grown and now outnumbered the IHA fleet. The officers had seen the danger and drawn the fleet into a defensive position near the Phalanx. No more fighters were getting through, if there were even any left. And the larger ships with enough firepower would need to fight its way through that fleet to get to the Phalanx. But this was a dangerous, unwanted situation nonetheless.

Lev’s attention was forced back to his own fight straight away when the S.U.M. closed in. How could he be so stupid? He could have easily outrun that thing, of course, he had not taken the S.U.M.s superior capabilities into consideration, but still. Instead he stopped paying attention and now it was right on him. MILA presented to him the likely course of action the enemy would take judging from the battle data collected so far. That spread shot again, but this time right in front of him. There was no way through. The enemy knew that. Still there was something in that shot. Arrogance? Perhaps, though more likely inexperience or a lack of knowledge of his own machine. ”This is going to hurt.” Lev mumbled, even as he frowned. His train of thought had taken less than even a tiny fragment of a moment. With a single button press he forced his craft upward, even as he transformed it into mech mode. Immediately he turned all engines and thrusters to full and ignited them. The mech, now upside down and all engines and thrusters faced away from the direction he was going in, immediately stopped, before almost instantly blasting straight into the opposite direction.

Blood leaked from Lev’s nose from the raw G-force of his sudden 180° turn. All around him alarms flared. As expected, he hadn’t managed to avoid the entire hail storm that the S.U.M. had lain out in front of him, he crossed its field of fire for a split second and it had damaged his machine. Still, he had to take a moment to appreciate the timing of his opponent. Perhaps it was the S.U.M.'s superior capabilities, but the attack had been spot on. Had he been fighting a regular mech, the damage would not be a problem. But this thing was too dangerous. He was going to have to retreat soon. But leaving that thing in full functional capability was madness. He was sure if he went full speed while in the Red Sun’s fighter mode he could out run it. But there was no way to outrun its weapons. No, he needed to slow it down somehow. Maybe even force it to retreat. He angled the mech once more, this time straight for the S.U.M. ”MILA, fire all missiles, full spread. Make sure it can’t dodge. I’m going in.” Under loud protestations of MILA he went full blast towards the S.U.M. closing the distance in a matter of moments, closely following his own missiles. Behind this curtain of missiles, there was the chance the S.U.M.O. wouldn’t even notice him. Even if the S.U.M.O. did, there was no way of telling his intentions behind that curtain of missile fire. He had no time to doubt his course of action, or even consider the possibility the mech might have superior sensors to regular mechs that might detect him despite all the missiles. In the instance before closing the last bit of distance he pulled out both of the Red Sun’s beam sabers and got them ready. He would have the S.U.M. deal with the missiles and attack with both beam sabers at once in that instance that they were all exploding around them. Distraction, attack. A single attack, before quickly transforming back in fighter mode and racing full blast away from the S.U.M. and back into the firing range of the UHO fleet.

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With the arrival of the transports it was time to depart from the colony, Paul could see the remaining IHA forces that were in contact on the surface were being routed away from heavily populated sections and were being picked off in quick succession. The comm chatter was still rather hectic on his end as he looked out of the port from First Sword, the transports flying him and the rest of rapier back to the phalanx were going as fast as they could.
But sticking to the back of the front lines and keeping away from whatever combat was had kept their travel time high.

Paul opened a comm link to the phalanx and secured the channels before speaking. "This is Commander Atreides, on route back to the phalanx.. the intended cargo has been secured and Rapier squad will link up with the ship in five minutes"

He looks down on his arm and begins to examine several of the seals along its edges, the battle was not bad for him but he has made a habit of this for some time now. Several scrolling messages pass along the mechs indication boards and he switches systems off to avoid burning out the power cup links connecting him to the transport.

After several minutes he gets sight of the phalanx through the fog of war.
It looks to have take a decent thrashing from the battle and he leans in to see better through the mechs canopy. He opens another comm and speaks again. "There is some extensive combat damage to the forward sections, lower decks 02-6 are looking to have taken the most damage..
He looks over the rest of the ship as it strides through view and the hanger doors slide open.

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Zwei grimaced slightly. What she had anticipated would surely cripple the target seemed to have been considerably less effective than her forecast had indicated. Despite the system's analysis of the enemy's movement capabilities and probable directional patterns, an instant reversal of its movement path hadn't been in the plan. Consequently, many of her encircling shots found themselves misdirected, and the enemy managed to slip through her attacks without being incapacitated. And, given the recharge time of her rifle, the young super-soldier realized that she couldn't press her attack before the enemy would in turn be able to counter, taking the initiative and forcing her to risk damage to her machine. Unacceptable. In that case, moving to a distance immediately would be the best course of action. However, just as she realized this, her unit's sensors once again detected a missile lock, and countless missile tubes unfolded all across the surface of the enemy machine. A homing attack, it seemed. In that case, distancing herself was no longer a valid plan, either, as the enemy's attack would simply follow her. This pilot, whoever he was, seemed to favor an overwhelmingly offensive attack strategy. In that case, her own prudence would only make her opponent's job easier. In that case, perhaps she could outmaneuver him by failing to act cautiously, taking him by surprise with a sudden offense from which he couldn't escape?

Reasoning thus, Zwei chose not to retreat, instead holding her ground as the enemy opened fire with countless missiles. Unfolding her own machine's wings, she instantly retaliated, quickly targeting each of the incoming projectiles and releasing an equal and counter storm of energy from her wings, scattering a shower of S.E.R. Arcs into the oncoming barrage, detonating almost all of the incoming warheads, which in turn knocked their fellows off-course. Their thrusters would fail them long before they could fully reverse their momentum to come about and strike her, rendering them no longer a threat. Which, in turn, meant that she could charge and take out the enemy while he was still preparing his next-

To her surprise, however, things once again failed to go according to plan. Using the heat signatures of his missiles' thrusters to hide his own presence, and the light of the explosions to conceal his machine, the enemy had, instead of moving for a flank attack as she had expected, charged right through the screen of exploding shots, drawing a pair of beam sabers and launching himself right at her. Zwei only barely had enough time to raise her machine's own Gabriel vibrosword, sweeping it up into the path of the enemy's left saber while at the same time hurling the Suigetsu to the left with all the speed she could muster. The silver and gold giant blurred with emerald light, spinning out of the course of the second saber while at the same time deflecting the first blade as best its pilot could. However, it seemed even this rapid reaction was insufficient. The enemy had somehow, during the brief clash, managed to slide his saber down the edge of Zwei's own weapon, dealing a shallow, precise cut across the Suigetsu's elbow, very nearly disabling the joints of that limb.

I have to disengage! If I let him press the attack, I won't have time to defend myself before he's on top of me again. Realizing this, Zwei poured all available energy into the wings of the Suigetsu, pushing the S.E.R.A.P.H.I.M. Drive to its limits and flinging her graceful machine backward and upward as fast as she could, darting from side to side by banking her wings as she did so to keep the enemy from targeting her once again. Once she'd reached a suitable distance, she stopped, immediately charging the Raphael and preparing to fire again, only to find that the enemy hadn't been interested in pursuing her. Rather, he'd taken the opportunity to dart in the opposite direction, disappearing into the combat. She attempted to target his machine, yet found this to be futile. He had already vanished in the midst of countless other units, making identifying his fleeing mech a pointless attempt. What was worse, the battle was evidently going against them. At this point, she could no longer afford to remain on the battlefield. She had to return to the fleet, deal with the threats to the capital ships, and then complete her primary objective and secure the Suigetsu. And so, reluctantly, she flared power to her wings, and streaked towards where the remaining IHA ships were gathered. Evidently, the entire fleet was now being held at gunpoint by a single unit, something she found hard to believe. And yet, it couldn't be denied that it was most certainly happening. Although she could hear the annoying voice of that naive child in the enemy S.U.M. over the communications channel, Zwei chose to ignore it. He had no idea what he was talking about, did he? No matter what his intentions were, now that the fleet couldn't fire a shot without him systematically destroying them, the UHO would take the opportunity to massacre them wholesale. Those enemy cruisers were already moving into place to cut off their retreat, no matter what concessions the boy offered. If he kept up his little hostage situation, the fleet would surely be immobilized, rendered helpless, and then eradicated, no matter how much he just wanted them to surrender peacefully. The road to hell was paved with good intentions, after all. In any case, that outcome could not be allowed.

"This is Zwei," She said, hailing the mothership, and, more specifically, its captain, directly. "As you know, I have been given the authority to vet my commanding officers, and to determine their competence. In this situation, only an incompetent officer would risk total destruction by remaining in battle even after our objectives have been secured. I trust that you understand this. I would like to request permission to clear the way for our fleet's withdrawal. Do I have your consent to do so?"

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Had he gotten lucky? Lev pondered his current situation as he looked out his fighter-mech’s window at the two beam cannons to either side. One was perforated, blasted apart by the S.U.M. sudden burst fire he had only barely managed to avoid, using his fighter-mech’s transformation capabilities in a way most pilots wouldn’t have thought off. The other, or at least, what was left of it, had been torn apart during the explosions of his own missiles, which his enemy had managed to shoot apart from a distance. Time and time again the S.U.M. managed to amaze him. Although, perhaps it was more accurate to say the pilot amazed him. Impressive as the S.U.M. was, it was not a machine that could be operated by any ordinary pilot. Had he gotten lucky then? Possibly, he had most definitely attempted to cut through the opponent, but he had not expected that hitting the opponent would cause it to retreat. Perhaps if the enemy pilot knew he was down to just his beam sabers, it would’ve been different. Had the enemy pilot decided to push his advantage, Lev doubted his damaged mech could’ve kept up with that monster. A grin crept over his features as he looked at his radar and saw the S.U.M. had stopped at the point it had retreated to for now. ”Next time… let’s play again.” He mumbled before chuckling slightly and turning his attention back to the reports flowing in.

The boy, the brat piloting the “Widow” was doing well for himself it seemed. Again he wondered whether it was the machine or the pilot contributing most to that success. For the time being he would assume a combination of both. But more importantly, he seemed to be urging the enemy to retreat. Interesting notion. They were in a position to annihilate the enemy, but was that the wisest course of action? The Phalanx was severely damaged and should the enemy be backed in a corner, they’d definitely be aiming to take as many UHO ships down with them, the Phalanx premier amongst them. Yes, annihilation was a possibility, but not one to be pushed now. No, the S.U.M. prototype and the parts for that new monster the UHO R&D guys had dreamed up needed to be secured. Lev didn’t like it, but it was the only way to ensure they would be safe. With a grunt he removed his helmet and cleaned the blood out from under his nose. He would need to contact the IHA fleet. But more importantly, he needed to put a face to the enemy. Something they could trust. They needed to look him in the eyes and see no betrayal there. He snorted again to push an annoying clot of mucus and blood out of his nose. He hated speeches.

With a sigh he pushed the button and looked into the little dashboard camera, now turned to face him. A few flicks of his fingers ensured the transmission would not be encoded and be received on all channels, he only hoped the IHA would listen. With a grim face he began his transmission. ”Attention IHA Fleet. This is Captain Lev Stellinkov, of the UHO Phalanx and current commander of the UHO forces. I share the sentiments of the boy and request that you retreat from this area. The UHO fleet will not harass you during your retreat. You will be allowed to leave and we will do the same. Any other course of action will result in the complete annihilation of your fleet and likely losses to the UHO fleet. This is a scenario in which too much life will be lost. Therefore I urge you again to retreat and leave this colony in peace. There has been enough bloodshed for one day.” With another push of a button he ended the transmission. He hated lying. He’d much prefer annihilating their entire fleet, but he had his objectives and crew to think off. He couldn’t be reckless now. The annihilation of the IHA and subjugation of the Hybrids would happen soon enough. With the new weapons they obtained today they would be one step closer to victory. As he approached the Phalanx and prepared the docking protocols his mind wandered back to the S.U.M. he fought. It must’ve been the first time for the operator to be using the machine in actual combat, yet using the S.U.M. the operator managed to fight off Lev himself. If the operator got the chance to fully familiarize his or herself with that machine, the operator would become a danger beyond reckoning. Lev knew the next time they met in combat a regular mech wouldn’t be enough. He needed something better. As the fighter-mech drew up in the hanger he leaned back and let his mind wander for a few seconds more. There was such a machine available after all…

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All Arba's ships weapons had been disabled... great.

The best course of action would be to retreat in this case, her whole fleet were outnumbered and there was no need to use the back up generator to turn on the weapons.

Just as Arba went to send a transmission to the opposing army a face appeared before her. The opposing fleets leader she assumed as the feed was fuzzy for the first few seconds. It wasn't until half way through the transmission that his face became recognizable. Her blood ran cold, panic gripped her body like a snake binding its prey. She could feel the fear rushing through every vein. He had been there watching the whole time.

It had been exactly a year since the time in which Arba had been captured for questioning by the UHO. Most of her mind had blocked out the terrorizing memories of hot iron being branded across her body but his face brought it all back.

The fear only lasted for a second before she heard a crew member shouting that the higher ups suggested that the retreat would be wise. However, this was not the plan that Arba had in mind, in fact she wasn't thinking with a 'captains head' rather a young frightened girl who was feeling brave. Rage consumed every fiber before she entered the commands to restore her back up generator. Her voice screamed loudly over the Com System. Most of it inaudible screams but one world that could be heard was something about killing that Bastard. She gripped her controls in front of her and began frantically pressing the fire button in Lev's direction.

The crew were worried. Their usual calm and collected captain had became a mess withing two minutes and she was now endangering the entire fleet and the mission at hand.

Tear's of fear and angers dripped across her scarred face, she didn't care about anything other than killing him. She was however, unaware that her own camera had been switched on so her crew could see everything in fact this was a live feed that was sent to every S.U.M any neighboring ship and her commanders.

She placed one of her hands onto a mat that could read skin imprints whilst using the other to keep shooting. Once the system read her imprints it brought up a small silver button which had access to the larger lasers.

Before she had the time to press the button she felt a small prick in her neck before drifting into darkness.
The order had been from above. Inject her and bring her back for questioning. And for God's sake retreat.

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Lev marched back on the bridge, weathering the questioning stares as he walked up to the command dais and stood there, looking over his command crew. They seemed little worse for wear, but all around him he could feel the tension of battle that was slow to release now that it was done. The main view screen showed the IHA fleet slowly backing off and leaving. Whatever ruckuss one of the IHA ships was causing seemed to have died down. Lev couldn’t figure out what happened. The majority of the fleet seemed to be pulling back when one of the damaged ships suddenly opened fire. A maniac who simply wished for more bloodshed, perhaps? Someone who disagreed with the order to retreat? Lev couldn’t figure out the motives of whoever on that ship gave the order to resume firing. But for better or worse, the ship retreated before making the situation unsalvageable. Thankfully so, Lev supposed. He had accomplished his objectives and retrieved the cargo and damaged the IHA fleet in the process, that should be plenty to appease high command. A blinking light on the panel in front of him drew his attention and with a grunt he pressed the button to listen to the incoming transmission. "Phalanx, This is the Widow, request permission to come aboard." With a sigh he responded to the transmission. ”Widow, this is captain Stellinkov, permission granted. S.U.M. maintenance bay number 1 has been prepared for use, please dock your machine there. Stellinkov out.”

With a glare at the communications officer he gave his next order. ”Get commander Atreides to the S.U.M. maintenance bays. He is to receive the pilot of the Widow. Tell him to take all necessary precautions, but that, for the time being, at least, we will not assume the pilot is hostile. Nevertheless, don’t take your eyes off him. He’s not part of the UHO military.” The communications officer quickly repeated his order into the comm systems, making sure the order got relayed to Atreidis’ current position. Now all that was left was the next course of action. He leaned over his control panel and brought up the system map. He supposed the UHO fortress Aumaan would be the best destination for now. They would be able to report to high command and make repairs there. Yes, Aumaan fortress would be the best location for planning their next move.

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It took the ship several minutes to finish its docking procedures, even though the combat was still calming down it was apparent that many of the crew were concerned with other matters. Not long after finally being docked First Sword was unlatched from the gantry and sent down a deck to its original hanger bay and placed back there. In all of the fighting it only sustained light damage and all of it was superficial.
Paul exited First Sword with his helmet in hand and let one of the other tech's take his place so he could do his duties. He worked back and forth in the cockpit doing his system checkups and maintenance, in time to get the mech ready for relaunch just in case it needed to be sent back out. Looking out over the railing he could see the other ships and SUMs below being moved about as progression needed, that was when another vessel entering caught his eye.

It was a SUM that didn't the model types he knew of and that threw him off a bit.
Only a few seconds passed before he heard the message come over on the ships comm.

*Shuttle disbarment team 3 and Assessment team 1 are to report to loader bay immediately. Commander Atreide's presence is requested as well.*

He lifted his hand to his suits comm and responded to the bridges message. "I'm on my way now."
His trip would be a rather short one, the path he took lead past the lower gantries and he would sway off the errant salute he received every so often. As he finally arrived to the lower sections there were several men waiting in response, they were the teams asked to arrive as well and they already had the equipment needed to check the SUMs condition.

Belts was there as well and she had a data pad in hand waiting for him, handing it over as he approached she spoke. "Sir, this is the Widow.. we have several files available to us on its make but not much to be honest." She began to thumb through a small booklet that she also was in possession of after she finished. Paul took to letting her continue her digging as he approached the SUM as it was being pulled into the loading rack, looking to the data pad for input. "It has the characteristics of more traditional Mech's then an SUM.. this isn't doing too well. We have light data on hardware and software but its all very vague." He finished speaking as the Widow was being spun into place for the pilot to exit.

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The magnificent view of the Widow turns on Paul and he gains a new appreciation for whoever it was that fully designed this machine. The clamps and air seals release jetting small vents of air in the process and it keeps some of the security personnel on edge as being some what of a geriatric show on its own.
It was then that the understandably young pilot came out, Paul giving him a quick look over could tell that despite being young he had to be a well off pilot in his own right to be able to control the SUM like he did. His look of being a young man was put aside for the fact that he was dressed in a certified SUM suit, however the small green chameleon clinging to him looks to be somewhat of a gag at the moment. Paul refrains from bringing it up in conversation or physical response.

Many of the other crew men stepped pasted the two as Paul stared down on Chase and gave a slightly dismissive shake of the head. "As of the fact I am neither.. I am Commander Atreides and I would not think to arrest you seeing as you showed up with such a nice piece of machinery and wearing UHO flight gear I might add."

Lieutenant Belts chimes in as she walks up from behind Paul with the note pad to her side..
"His name is Chase Patire sir.. the doctor sent very little concerning him as well... " Paul waves her off slightly as she was beginning to hit the stride of her words. "That's just fine Belts, would you mind taking him up to see the captain when he is ready.. he is expected and I have work to do."

He gives Chase an assertive nod of the head when he steps past him placing his helmet back on.

Looking back for a moment as his helmet latches down he speaks.."Inform the captain about our new arrival while your on the way.. Oh and Chase.. Welcome to the war.."